David Bazan:Impermanent Record Lyrics

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I was trembling with goosefleshFirst time I prayed to speak in tonguesI saw it comin' and I tried to runBut now I make it up as I go along

Do I drive around with my high beams on?Do I ever watch the road?I store my thoughts in other people's headsThen I question what they know

The rain falls on the animalsThe wind blows up the dirtClimb the rock, make a home in the cleftKeep a record of the earth

On a crowded city sidewalkOr in the wilderness aloneThe crowd of witnesses hover above youLike a pillar of smokeSinging stories, whispering jokes

So the rain falls on the animalsThe wind blows up the dirtI climb the rock, I make my home in the cleftAnd I keep a record of the earthI keep a record of the earthAnd I write it down for what it's worthFor what it's worth